Young Fathers – Fee Fi lyrics

Oooh So you think you gonna run Fee fi fo fum Oooh You think you gonna make the jump (oh shit) Fee fi fo fum Don't you know I got a gun? Fee fi fo fum Sinner man to make you numb Fee fi fo fum Again Send a bad man home I really need to find It's right there for you It's right there for you It's right there for you Say it's right there for you And he said Nice set of knives Give me a slice I like your flesh I know what's best You can be my only guest Dressed in Sunday's best And he said Nice set of knives Give me a slice I like your flesh I know what's best You can be my cause of death Dressed in Sunday's best And he said And she said A nice set of knives Give me a slice I like your flesh Send a bad man home Send a bad man home Send a bad man I really need to find It's right there for you It's right there for you It's right there for you Say it's right there for you It's right there for you It's right there for you It's right there for you Say it's right there for you Say it's all there for you Send a bad man home Say it's all there for you Hey Hey How you doing today Looking into my eyes And your eyes turn grey No way Jose All talk No say End of the week We gonna get paid It's a halle-fucking-lujah Now we gonna do you Good good Well for goodness sake Seen it in your face And your hair turned grey Good evening Good night Good day They say Hey Hey How you doing today Looking into my eyes And your eyes turn grey No way Jose All talk No say End of the week We gonna get paid It's a halle-fucking-lujah Now we gonna do you Good good Well for goodness sake Seen it in your face And your hair turned grey Good evening Good night Good day They say Explain Request ×

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